On to Honduras

Choquequirao (which has many alternate spellings) was a hard walk, seven to ten hours a day (two days in, two days out) of hiking up and down canyon walls to get from Cachora the road to this, "the last refuge of the Inkas". I have never hiked so much or so hard in my life, the scenary was beautiful and our pint sized guide Juan Carlos brought the scenary to life with his enchanting if somewhat prosaic tales of the Inkas. Juan Carlos is related to basically everybody we meet along the way (big families are the norm here, he is one of nine), his extended family own basically all the land through which we must trek on the trail to Choqui, his great, great grandfather may indeed have been one of the last Inkas, who knows, this is an abandoned city, never discovered or ransacked by the Spanish the last of the Inka's seem to have just vaporised from here and allowed the surrounding vegetation to reclaim their once great city, along with Hampi in India, Bokor in Cambodia and Naachtun in Guatemala no-one knows where to or why these people left. Choqui was a huge city covering 1232 square hectares it's name in Quechua means crown of gold. Slowly now it is being rediscovered. Only an estimated 40% of the ruins have so far been excavated. After hiking out we left Cuzco and finally made it to Nazca, saw the odd but interesting Nazca lines and finally caught the never ending bus back to Santiago in order to fly North to honduras.
Here in Santiago it's really cold and rainy, must be time to get a real job!